You and Helena weren't always the closest mother and daughter. You dealt with a lot of undiagnosed post partum depression, and it made the beginning years of your relationship with her hard. You were much closer with Deborah, your other daughter.

But that was only as kids. As they grew up, the farther you guys grew from each other. They loved you, and they talked to you, but they just didn't feel that bond. They did feel they could tell you anything.

Then Deborah died. And Helena, kind of shockingly, ran into your arms. You let her. You did your best to make up for every single moment you failed and pour it into Helena.

Currently, she was walking into your house. It was pretty late, she wasn't sure you'd be up.

"Mom," She called out from the doorway, taking her shoes off.